“Everyone thinks I’m so weird but they don’t even stop to think that Albert Einstein was weird and look what he has become. All those genius people were weird. No one thinks that maybe I have human feelings too and that somehow, somewhere I could change the world. If I was treated with respect I could soar instead of being chained up in lies. No one ever thinks that beauty is skin deep and even though I’m fat it doesn’t matter. I hate all the stupid people who have made fun of me. Because you will regret it when I change the world. And I’ll give my special thanks speech and you WILL NOT BE THANKED!!!!!!!!!!!”
April 24th, 2013
Perhaps oblivion is my greatest fear. Yes, it is the root of my fears. Oblivion. Root of my fears, but inevitable still!
ISo why do some people get screwed over by life? Actually, life is a complete slut! It screws everybody (but some more than others)! Why do some people have to suffer so much?
There comes a point when one realizes that everyone will have to have a loved one die. I don’t think my parents will outlive me. Out of all the people I love, at least one is going to die and I’m going to have to face that. That scares me. I wouldn’t survive that. I swear, I would die. But it’s inevitable. Just like sinking into oblivion.
I try to imagine the world without me, and it’s hard. No, I’m not being selfish. I’m thinking about the trail of pain I’d leave if I just died. Trying to imagine being dead. I’m going to try to think about it….
May 1st, 2013
It’s May. That made me wake up just happy. 28 days till I’m fourteen!
It’s so nice to live openly and creatively. I’m gonna change the freaking world.
I’m so glad I don’t cut anymore. Like really. I mean, I still get semi-frequent urges, but I stand through it and don’t let them take me under.
I’m so confident now. I heard these two guys behind me in the hallway saying “Oh my God, she’s so fat.” And I thought to myself– “Well, that can’t be me, then.” I hear people laughing and talking and saying mean things…it makes me really sad to hear them say that, but I don’t feel self-conscious and weird, because I just know it’s not me. Even if they were saying it about me, it wouldn’t be true, so who freaking cares? 🙂
Some of my friends in gym are pretty mean to me because I’m different. It doesn’t really bother me as much. I mean, it’s not like I like it. It’s not pleasant, but it doesn’t change me or ruin my day or even my class period. I just let it go. Like once I was talking about fate and destiny and stuff, and one of them was like “I’m already pissed off. If you piss me off any more, you won’t want to see that.” And I was like “Is that a threat?” And she was like “Yes, that’s a THREAT.” But I was just like eh okay, and went and hung out with my other friends. Those mean friends laugh at me for being different. It’s kind of compliment though, that I’m associated with being different.
Or the other day in the bathroom, these girls were freaking out in front of the mirror. Common sight. I see it all the time. So I was like “Don’t worry about it, you look beautiful.” And I smiled at them. They just gave me that mean girl “um what is wrong with you” look. But I just kept smiling and walked past. How is it my problem if they don’t want to take a compliment? A few months ago that would have really bothered me, but now I get it. It’s not my problem. I did nothing wrong there. Besides, maybe it did really bless them and they just didn’t show it.
I get that a lot. My mean friends are always saying “What is wrong with you?” Actually, not just those mean friends. A lot of people. Maybe they should start asking “What is right with you?” Those mean friends are so shallow. Fair-weather friends. They literally tell me when and when not to talk. Not even kidding. But who cares? I just don’t hang out with them as much. They have each other, and I have me.
I don’t like the process of getting to know people. I’d rather just be able to be good friends with them immediately. Some people really love meeting others, getting to know them, etc. I just don’t. It’s not that I’m scared of people anymore (I think that’s pretty obvious from this email!) it’s just a preference. Meeting people is just necessary.
You know what bothers me? A lot of people don’t know how to be alone. I get that there are introverts and extroverts, but you have to learn the skill of being still. Being alone and quiet isn’t a problem for me, of course. Being alone is preferable. 🙂
It feels relieving not to be scared of people. Usually I observe the situation before talking to someone, just because. I like observing.
I get that some people like to go to parties with a bunch of people they don’t know and meet everyone, etc. But you know what I love? The creek. Just bring my writing notebook to the creek and write.
I love myself.
October 23rd, 2012
The following entry contains some triggering content.
“I never get texts or emails. Ever. Nobody EVER just texts me up saying “Hey what’s up?” I am ALWAYS the one initiating conversation. Text and email. It makes me feel like such a loser. That nobody cares enough to just ask how I’m doing. Even if they already know. Most people don’t respond to my texts anyway. So I’m always so needy for a conversation. Makes me feel so pathetic, because with the few relationships I do keep going outside of real life, they don’t care. So when someone texts or emails me FIRST, I’m always extremely happy. It brings me so much joy, like they thought about me and cared enough to see how things are. Pathetic, I know. But true. It touches me to know someone cares about me. Most days that’s all I need, is just someone to text me up saying “Hey, was thinking about you, what’s up?” But that NEVER happens. I start the conversation, and then they start caring and when I say I feel annoying they’re all like “No, I care!!!” If they ‘cared’ so much, why did I have to be the one to start the conversation? Psh. Some caring people. Stupid idiots.
But it’s really not about them. It’s about me. I deserve it. For being annoying. I’ve always been the annoying one. These are some of the most painful words EVER (not necessarily in order) that someone could ever say to me…
-Loser
-Ugly
-Nobody likes you
-Nobody cares about you
-Stalker
-Will never amount to anything
And the most touching words:
-I love you [unfortunately on list of top 5 lies]
-amazing
-special
-beautiful
-strong
-Will change the world
Those words get me every time. I feel like crying any time someone says that to me. Bad tears or good tears. Still crying.
I am going to give myself a hug. *hugs self* It’s okay, self. I’ll always be there for me. There, there. Calm down, self. Everything’s gonna be okay, just hug myself.
Absolutely pathetic.
Why have my evenings been like this? Will it always be like this?
September 13th, 2012
“I want to hear Gods voice. I want him so bad…but it seems like I’m not good enough. Like other Christians are better…I’ve been a Christian for 10 years… I still feel like a baby. 10 years. Still feeling like a baby Christian.
I want confidence, and wisdom, and an awesome relationship with God. That’s my wishes if I could get a genie. Unfortunately genies don’t exist.
I want those 3 wishes. Not wealth, or power…that isn’t as important.
I’m tired of being afraid. Tired of feeling empty inside. Tired of being tired! I want something to hold on to. I’m not talking about literally.
The feeling of tears…it’s all too familiar. Chaos. Pain. Feeling helpless in a black hole. My mind and my heart never walk hand in hand. No one even realizes this.
I wish I could feel God holding my hand, my heart, carrying me. I feel all alone right now. I don’t feel secure. I feel like I’m falling through quicksand.
What am I saying. I’m such a idiot.”
June 3rd, 2013
I can only hope that my life can be an example. I can only hope that I will shine a mysterious light that people will want to know about.
I want to be a candle. I want to show this world hope. I wish I could do it all, but I can’t. I could nearly cry just looking around on the street. Everyone has a story. You never know. You won’t ever know. And that is so heartbreaking.
I just wish I could take away everyone’s pain.”
March 18th, 2013
The following poem is especially triggering/graphic, as is most of my poetry in the 8th grade category.
“Clench my fists and count my sins
Try to hide the state I’m in
Close my eyes and count to ten
I’ll be dead–all over then.
Drops of blood drip down my wrist
No goodbye hug, no goodbye kiss
My shallow heart’s my only friend
Let me cry; myself I rend.
Never learned to love myself
Wipe my blood upon the shelf
Let it stay there; let it stain
Smiles I fake and life I feign.
Soaked in blood, but not enough
Self destroyed, yet still so tough
Dry it off and start again
Don’t come near, for I’m insane.
Or am I? I will never know
Life is death, and friend is foe
Simple minds are not for me
Normal I will never be.
Boiling deep inside is rage
so much anger for my age
Darkness come, encase my heart
Pacify my screaming heart.
All I see now is the sky
Happy that I cannot fly
Falling to my certain death
Take the pain for one last breath.”
June 4th, 2013
not in love
in hate
I hate terrorists and thieves and murderers and rapists and bullies and swag people and abusive parents and dictatorships and sickness and death and grief and torture and injustice and lack of sleep
Lack of sleep doesn’t belong with the rest
does it
oh well
I am
feeling psycho right now
can’t even
write a full sentence
like
really
what is wrong with me
a
what
I
psycho
I”
February ?, 2013
The following poem is especially triggering/graphic. Also, the formatting came out weird, and I couldn’t fix it. So what was actually a poem with multiple verses now looks like a monstrous clump.
It rips away the skin on top and lets out blood (it’s fresh)
I cannot scream, I cannot fight, I cannot run or hide
There is no place of refuge, for the monster lives inside.
What lies inside that plastic veil? so many people ask
I try to scream–my throat is dry–inside my lonely hell
What’s in my heart? What’s in my soul? Well, I could never tell.
and all the sharpest objects that sit high upon my shelf
In darkest times I reach for them, they seem to set me free
It’s not the truth, it’s just a lie, for they imprison me
Before me on a platter is my broken, shattered soul
I see the world move forward with my half glazed-over eyes
Me? I just move backward, sinking deeper into lies.
My guilt traps me in darkness, and it hides me from the sun
I have to bear the pain from guilt, its every claw and peck
It slithers up my back and then holds tight around my neck.
My heart, wrapped up in chains to face my greatest pains and fears
The clock ticks on and hours fly, I’m running out of time
What’s that you ask? Am I alright? Oh yes, in fact, I’m fine.
I cannot trust or speak or call, there’s nothing left to say
Sometimes I wonder to myself, I wish I wasn’t born
Don’t bother with your saving me, my heart’s already torn.”
November 24th, 2013
So there’s low self-esteem/insecurity that I feel like most people sort of grow out of? It’s not like that. It’s not like seventh grade insecurity. It’s different.